Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I have been curious lately about what makes a friend...I have been betrayed by friends before and never think twice about looking back. I have lost friendships and then look back and wonder if they were even true friendship. I also have friends who have walked out of my life and then walked back in.
The friends who have betrayed me never ever get the opportunity to betray me again. The friends who I have lost never end up really being found again. The best friends of all have been the friends who have walked out of my life and then walked back in....I have only had three friendships in which this happened and they have proved to be the best friendships of all.

"The better part of one's life consists of his friendships." - Abraham Lincoln

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Olivia is officially potting training. She has been going on the potty three times a day and she actually goes! She had her first big poop this morning. I know this is kind of gross to be talking about poop on a blog, but it is an exciting thing for her. I have figured out how to catch her before she poops. I gave her some apple juice from concentrate, which is a major no-no for mothers around the world, and then about 10 minutes later sat her on the potty and she pooped! I did not know she had done this until she stood up, turned around, and clapped her hands and said good job...all the while her pants were around her ankles, SO CUTE! So we are in part I of potty training. I am sure there will be a part II.

Daddys and Daughters have a special bond....first dance, first kiss, so many firsts...

The soul is healed by being with children. ~Fyodor Dostoevsky~

Family....

When you look at your life, the greatest happinnesses are family happinesses. ~Joyce Brothers~

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. ~Confucius

Stay a child while you can be a child. ~Stephen Sondheim~

Fairness....

The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness. ~Nancy Mitford~

Our First Memory

The first time Olivia was sick I made Joe set up the portable crib in our bedroom. While we were sleeping I started to hear her cough and reached over and smacked Joe on the back to get up and check on her....He, literally, levetated off of the bed, somehow landed on two feet, checked on her, and came back into bed the same way he got out...I looked at him and said, "Did you seriously just do that?" Right then and there we realized we were parents and nothing would ever be the same...